“Like that would be the first time.”
“Actually, it would. My level of hedonism generally doesn’t put me in circles where corrupting would be a concern. Besides, I make sure that all my partners know the score. I don’t play with girls who have stars in their eyes and their hearts on their sleeve.”
Kyla smiled weakly in reply. She was probably being oversensitive but that felt like a not-so-subtle warning. Not that she needed yet another one.
“Are you done there, sweetheart?”
Done thinking about happily ever after with a man like Sawyer. Didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy him while she had him. Plus there was the added bonus of a potential match-up with one of his friends. She tilted her head and met his gaze with a hard one of her own. “Not even close.”
Sawyer raised an eyebrow. “I meant with your dinner.”
Kyla bit her lip. Dang it. Would she ever find her footing with this man? “Sorry. Yes, I’m finished.”
“No problem. Good to know you’re ready for more. I might have to take you up on that.”
She gulped at his ominous tone.
Sawyer waved the waiter over, who swooped down and cleared their plates with no fuss. “Would you like to see the dessert menu?” the man asked.
“No need. One order of chocolate decadence.”
“Yes, sir. One or two forks?”
She smiled slightly when she noticed how careful their waiter was not to look in her direction. Must not be every day when a woman took off her panties and wore nipple clamps at his table. Honestly, she got a kick out of the fact that her sexual energy was making him uncomfortable. What happened to that good girl who couldn’t imagine having to take her panties off tableside? She might have to give Sawyer a big thank you. Her smile morphed into a grin as she pictured how she might show her appreciation.
“Just one.”
With a slight bow in Sawyer’s direction, their waiter excused himself from their table. She didn’t want to think about the conversations going on in the kitchen right now.
“How are your lovely little nipples feeling, poppet?” Sawyer leaned back against the booth in the perfect portrait of elegant sprawl.
“They ache. Every time I move, my dress rubs against them—” She shuddered.
He chuckled. “Sounds like it’s time to take them off.”
Which meant more public nudity. Yay.
Although half of her agreed with him, the other side of her was a bit sad his erotic torture was coming to an end. Of course, the night was still young and she was sure he had many more devious things planned for her. Had practically promised as much.
With a sigh, she slipped her sleeves down her arms. She knew better than to try to leave the table at this point. He didn’t need to tell her three times. Remembering his earlier directive, she looked straight into his eyes as she cupped her left breast in one hand and took the clamp off with the other. An excruciating throbbing had her eyes widening while she sucked in a pained breath. She wanted something, anything to take away the ache. This was always the hard part. She really didn’t want to take the second one off—it would hurt as much if not more than the first one.
Biting her lip to keep the whimper at bay, she continued to keep her gaze on Sawyer. His eyes bored into her with sensual intensity but he made no move toward her. He didn’t even seem a tiny bit sorry for the pain he had caused her. Instead, he seemed to enjoy it. She knew without looking below the tablecloth that he was rock hard. That shivery, melty feeling returned.
“Take the other one off.”
This time she couldn’t hold back her groan. She really didn’t want to but she was afraid of whatever punishment Sawyer would think up if she disobeyed him. They were still in public, after all. She shivered at the reminder. Someone nearby was probably watching them. Looking at her naked breasts, one nipple still trapped in the jaws of the clamps. What was the person thinking? Was he or she disgusted by the sight? Turned on? Hoping Sawyer would offer her up to any interested soul? She might orgasm in public without Sawyer laying a finger on her.
“I’m waiting.”
Drawn back into the present by Sawyer’s impatient tone, she shook off her naughty daydreams and focused on the problem at hand. Make that nipple. Her thighs slid against each other, slick now with her arousal. She took a deep breath and quickly removed the other clamp. As she thought, this pain was worse than the first. She clasped her breasts in her hands, careful not to touch her throbbing nipples. They hurt. Oh my no, the pain! Her shoulders hunched in an effort to protect her body. But after a second, the exquisite sting dulled into a heavy pulse that echoed the one between her thighs.
“Ah, honey, are you still hurting?”
Unable to form a coherent sentence, she nodded her reply.
“Well, baby, I’d love nothing more than to scootch over there and help out your hurting little nipples. Maybe lick you three ways to Sunday. But I don’t think our waiter would appreciate it.”
Her head jerked up, and sure enough, there he was. With a horrified gasp, she tugged up her dress, wincing when the material rubbed against her tender nipples.
Their waiter placed Sawyer’s dessert order in front of him. “Will there be anything else, sir?”
After Sawyer shook his head, the waiter discreetly left the check on the edge of the table, then turned and left as though the hounds of hell were nibbling at his heels. Never once did he look in her direction.
Something told her he’d gotten more than an eyeful on the trip over to the table. Her face burned with the knowledge of what the waiter had seen. How much of their show had he witnessed before Sawyer had clued her in to his presence? It was an unnerving thought. But still, she felt a tiny bit of pride. She was out to dinner with Sawyer and she’d held her own. The waiter might never be the same, but then, neither would she. Progress.
“Everything all right, Kyla?”
She lifted her chin as she returned Sawyer’s stare. “Everything’s great. But I had no idea you were such a selfish boy. I thought you liked to share.”
“Oh, I share all, right. I like to share everything.” Sawyer returned her head tilt with one of his own. “Just not tonight. This dessert’s not for me. I thought some devil’s food would be the perfect cap on your naughty night out with me.”
Her nipples tightened even more at his innuendo. Heck, she had started it. She’d heard the rumors, wondered if they were true. Color her not surprised one bit. Who did he plan to share her with—one of those gorgeous submissive boys who followed Mistress Neri around mostly on their knees? Or another dom? Maybe that was how he intended to introduce her to some of his dominant friends. Nothing said ‘how do you do’ like a blow job in front of an audience. Her heart raced at the thought. She’d never been with more than one man at a time. Could she? Before tonight she’d’ve said no, but now? She clenched her thighs and shivered. Somehow she doubted he would have a hard time convincing her. Honestly she was surprised he hadn’t gone any further with their waiter. She shook her head at her silly thoughts. Maybe she had been watching too many pornos.
“Can I tempt you into trying something devilish?”
She got the feeling he was talking about something more than the cake in front of him. But not one to back down—plus, the dessert looked amazing, all chocolate with icing and chocolate chips and syrup—she nodded hesitantly.
“I didn’t hear you.”
Oh, crap. There was that toppy voice again. Instantly her pussy fluttered. She really loved that tone of his. “Yes, Sawyer.”
“Fantastic.” His eyes glinted with his approval, even as his face remained stone-hard stern.
She got that wonderful shivering feeling again. Whatever he had planned would be good and oh-so kinky. Could she handle it? And how far would he go in public? Cripes, what did she get herself into?
&n
bsp; Chapter Eleven
“Slide over here, Kyla.”
Sawyer watched as her brow wrinkled in confusion. She was already sitting pretty close to him. And he wasn’t talking about the inch and a half of vinyl between them.
The dawning realization on her face was priceless. She looked both turned on and scared out of her mind. Christ, he loved that expression. His dick throbbed heavily in response.
She peered out from their booth, trying to see beyond the circle of light illuminating their table. But he knew she couldn’t see anything. The entire kitchen staff could be lined up past the table’s edge and she wouldn’t know.
He waited patiently for her to decide. Normally he wouldn’t put up with such indecision with a girl. But Kyla was different. He was already pushing her pretty hard. He didn’t want to give her an easy out and send her running back to her safe life. So he waited.
A cute breathy sound left her before she half stood and tugged and shimmied until her hem rose over her thighs to her waist, baring her for anyone nearby to see.
A huge grin tugged at his lips. “Ah, I love a girl who thinks ahead. Nothing hotter than a gorgeous woman with a brain.”
If it were possible, her cheeks flushed even redder. She slid closer to him and hooked her left leg over him and followed the momentum down until she straddled his legs. Locked between the table’s edge and his chest, her newfound bravery deserted her. She stared fixedly at his chest.
The little sprinkle of freckles on the bridge of her nose was distracting. He debated tracing the dots with his tongue but as much as the image pleased him, he had a feeling it would break the power dynamic he was trying to maintain. Taking a quick second, he reached over to the table and forked up a generous bite of his favorite dessert, then looked down at Kyla. “Hey.”
Her head jerked up at his softly spoken statement.
“I’m proud of you, poppet. Open up.”
Her eyes flicked between his eyes to the fork hovering inches away from her lips. Without speaking, her mouth opened and she accepted the bite full of heaven. A muffled moan left her as her eyes slammed shut. The expression of fulfilled ecstasy on her face had his hand fisting at his side. More than anything he’d love to caress her and prolong that wondrous feeling for her. Baby steps, he reminded himself.
She leaned back against the table with a sigh. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Been a while?”
She nodded before she caught his meaning. “For both.”
Sawyer relaxed against the booth bulkhead. “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who willingly gave up chocolate.”
“I—I, uh...” Her breath left her in a hiss as his calloused hands slid up her thigh but stopped just short of her pussy. Her silky smooth skin made it difficult for him to stop. He wanted to touch her everywhere, rip her dress off so there would be nothing between her soft skin and his hands. But he couldn’t—he didn’t want to move too far too fast. Still, that didn’t stop him from touching her. His thumb gently caressed the crease at her hip. Unconsciously her body arched into him, her dress-bound breasts only a hair’s breadth from his own covered chest.
“Finish.”
She jerked her head up to where his fork had been hovering earlier but found nothing. She stared at Sawyer in confusion. “What?”
“About chocolate. Finish what you were saying.”
This time she couldn’t hold back her moan as his fingers danced across her pussy. He had watched her closely when he’d made her masturbate last weekend. He followed the same teasing route she’d shown him.
“I, uh, had to. Habit. Can’t have sweets when I train.”
Her stuttering reply made his lips curl. Damn, she was cute when she was distracted. But she was hella hot when she was straddling his thighs and trying to form a coherent sentence. It took every ounce of his restraint not to rip his pants open and take her. But by God, if she arched her back one more time...
“Well, we’ll just have to find some way to burn all these extra calories off later.” He reached over and forked up a bite of the decadent cake.
She accepted it with another one of those seductive moans.
Screw it. He’d waited long enough. “Unzip me.”
Her eyes sprang open at his terse command. She looked at him with those vulnerable eyes that made him harder than anything on this planet. He had to have her. Now.
“Unzip me. Now.”
Kyla caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to follow his command. Her hands shook so much, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to work his zipper. At first he thought it might be nerves, but her dilated pupils and harsh breathing made him think her hand shook from her arousal. Finally after a few long, tense moments, she opened his pants and his cock sprang free.
Kyla wasn’t the only one going commando tonight.
She groaned and her body melted into his as her hand clasped his cock. He knew without asking that she wanted him. Wanted this. Here and now. Hell, the kitchen staff probably knew it by now too. His girl wasn’t exactly shy with those wonderful noises she made when she was horny.
“Ah, Kyla, your hand feels so good.” He closed his eyes as her hand milked him, mimicking the movement her sweet little pussy would make in a few minutes. His balls drew up tight. “Damn, baby, you gotta stop that. This show’s gonna end before we reach the exciting climax.”
Her smile was pure sinful seductress. “Now don’t tell me the great and powerful Sawyer has problems with stamina.”
His eyes narrowed. Some teasing was allowed—he wasn’t one of those hard-ass doms. But she was treading precariously close to the line. “Do you want to find out just how strong my stamina is? See how long I can fuck you at this table without coming? Of course, such a long show will no doubt draw a crowd. And I’ll still keep fucking you. No matter how many people gather ’round to watch. Want to test your theory?”
“N-N-No, sir.” She jumped as she dropped her hand from his cock like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She bowed her head while she brought a shaky hand up to push her hair off her face. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He grunted in reply. What was it about this girl that got to him? She brought out the caveman, chest-beating Neanderthal inside of him like no other. He wanted to mark her, claim her. Make sure everyone around them knew who her master was. Which was the opposite of his mission with her. He was supposed to be introducing her to other doms, not laying claim to her himself.
Screw it. That was a mission for another day. Right now he wanted to fuck. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a condom wrapper. “Put this on.”
She flinched at the bite in his voice. He couldn’t help it. His beast was on a very tight leash and only one thing would appease it.
After a beat, her trembling fingers ripped open the condom and quickly rolled it down his length. His breath left him in a hiss. If he thought her handling earlier was seductive, now it was ten times more. The slide of the condom, combined with her graceful touch, had him gritting his teeth to keep from coming like a novice. She might have been right—his stamina was rapidly depleting.
“Are you ready?” His question came out more like a demand, but at this point it was as calm as he was capable of being.
She gave a tight, small nod in reply.
Fuck, he could feel her nerves. The tension locking her body had him hesitating. Was she nervous about the public sex, or was she still jittery from him checking her attitude? Or maybe it was because it was their first time together? He ran a soothing hand up her thigh. He could feel the steaming heat from her pussy from inches away. But that could be from their earlier play. Cupping her jaw in his right hand, he brought her mouth down to his and took her lips in a bruising kiss. He tried to tell her with his mouth what he couldn’t say. That he’d take care of her. Cherish h
er. Even though he would pound her pussy three ways to Sunday.
The hint of chocolate and berries charmed him. And underscored the inherent sweetness of the girl on his lap. He gentled his kiss, but when her tongue darted out to stroke his, he lost it. Now it was his loud groan echoing in their deserted corner of the restaurant. She met his teasing kiss stroke for stroke. His dick hardened further at the tentative caress of her tongue and he was worried at the prospect of ruining the integrity of the condom.
Finally unable to take anymore of her sweet teasing, he pulled back. “Are you ready, honey?”
She gave another small nod.
Not good enough. “I wanna hear you say it.”
Kyla took a short, unsteady breath. “I’m ready, Sawyer.”
He could hardly hear her muttered reply. Although it was technically what he had asked for, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease her a bit more. He leaned back against the bulkhead, looking for all the world indifferent that his condom-covered erection bobbed out in the open and inches from her smoldering pussy. Because what he needed was some time to get his frayed control under wraps. “Ready for what, Kyla?”
Her glare could’ve melted an iceberg. Her earlier mortification forgotten, she shouted her answer. “I’m ready for you to fuck me. Is that plain enough?”
He lifted her and slowly settled her down on his erection as his answer. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt the perfection of her slick walls gripping him. A sexy little whimper left her as she sank completely down on his cock. His blood rushed in his ears and he felt kind of lightheaded. Finally. Finally he was inside her. He fought to keep his control. This was still his scene. He had to be the in-control dominant here.
Kyla moaned in frustration as he held her immobile but buried balls deep on his cock.
“Now, Kyla, you gotta be quieter. I can see from here the other tables are noticing our seating arrangement. You wouldn’t want management coming over here to see what the fuss is about, would you?”
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